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When am I getting married?

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Around the time Meng Ting began to understand things, he was continuously told that he stupid beyond redemption.

He crawled slower, sat slower, walked slower and even learned how to speak slower than other children. At the age when other children could generally speak quite fluently, he was still finding it difficult using simple words to express himself.

Quiet, awkward and gloomy…he was a child that was disliked by others.

His grandmother adopted him from the orphanage when he was seven years old and raised him until he was fourteen. During those seven years, his grandmother repeated to Meng Ting day after day that he was foolish in every respect, that he was a good-for-nothing who only knew how to eat, and that he was a completely useless piece of trash.

There was a time when Meng Ting extremely feared the words 'useless' and 'trash'. Therefore, when he grew up and became more intelligent, Meng Ting expended all his efforts in trying to make himself a bit more useful, clever and normal.

From an outsider's perspective, he had achieved extricating himself from the chains which bound him as a 'trash', yet only he knew that becoming the so-called 'useful' was only accomplished after exchanging it with his hard work and his life itself.

He had died. More accurately, he had died from over-exhausting himself.

At a private laboratory belonging to the Meng family, he had continuously worked for two days without sleep. Just when he was going to yield results, he had died from weariness, otherwise known as a sudden death, or death due to overworking.

It was unforgettable, the feeling of his heart being strangled by an intangible hand and the pressure from all around gripping his throat forcefully as if he was suffocating from being drowned. He was still awake and could sense his body's condition, yet he was powerless to do anything. All he could do was welcome the arrival of death.

He had died at the age of twenty-eight.

Now, he was alive again. He wasn't saved from surgery in an operation room, but rather, he had returned back to the time when he was seventeen.

He was the result of a passionate night between his mother who was in university at that time, and the already married third son from the Meng family. In the end, he was a product who no-one wanted, so three days after his birth, he was abandoned by his mother on the doorstep of a welfare agency. He was raised there until seven years old when unexpectedly, the Meng family learned of his existence. They gave his grandmother money to bring him back and raise him until he was fourteen, then he was sent to study for three years at a high school which was completely sealed off.

During that period, Meng Ting had encountered dark and bitter experiences that were more terrible than being starved or cursed at. However, it was there that he managed to cast off the chains that labelled him as 'trash'. He then passed the entrance examination to the university his grandmother and the Meng family wished for him to be admitted into and enrolled in the course that they wanted. After graduating, he was directly sent to the Meng family's laboratory, spending day and night experimenting with perfume until he finally died from over-exhaustion.

Although he had lived to twenty-eight, his life could easily be summarised in a few words. Even he himself admitted that his life had been tedious and monotonous as there had been nothing special to recall in his memories.

Before, Meng Ting anticipated becoming more 'useful' yet now, he dreaded becoming that kind of 'useful'. He didn't want to experience dying from straining himself too much again, as that feeling was too frightening. This month, he had not only personally experienced dying, but also achieved being reborn.

So long as he even slightly fell asleep, the feeling of suffocation and helplessness attacked him and he would be startled awake in fear. This was actually alright, what frightened him more was when he often couldn't wake up from his nightmares and was forced to repeatedly experience that stifling and powerless feeling from confronting death.

After suffering from this torment for a month, it would be strange if Meng Ting was still able to do well on his exams. However, he clenched his teeth and tried to pass but he could no longer find the reasons for why he should even continue to study. He didn't want to be useful anymore, and becoming a waste sounded more appealing.

At the time when he was given his school report, the Meng family also received it. Following that, Uncle Wen who was the competent butler who served beside grandfather Meng gave Meng Ting a call. In the three years he had attended the high school, this was the second time he had received a call.

Early the next morning, a limousine parked in front of the school gate. Not long after, a man impeccably dressed in a suit arrived at the school to deal with the procedures that would allow Meng Ting to leave this almost prison-like school.

"Meng Ting!"

When the teacher in charge of the class shouted for Meng Ting to go out, the students in the entire class sent him a gaze that was full of pity and wariness. Generally speaking, being called out by the teacher in charge didn't result in anything good. For the students at this school, being sent to detention or having to run laps was a common occurrence, however it was also an effective method of punishment.

This was the reason why when the students in this school were faced with the teachers and instructors, they were more obedient than mice who had met a cat but this didn't reflect that they were truly well-behaved. On the contrary, this school viewed the law of the jungle very seriously. If you didn't want to be bullied, then you absolutely couldn't be weak.

Although Meng Ting was quite lean and his stature was not short, he sat in the second last row. As Meng Ting stood up to pass through the row in front, the tall and strong sports committee member stretched out his leg. Raising his lips in provocation, he stared at Meng Ting. Normally, even if Meng Ting discovered his ploy, he must give the other face and pretend to stumble or else he'd find himself in trouble.

After being sent to the school for less than half a year, he relied on his strong physique to become the deputy leader of Class Two, Year Three. He had long wanted to take action against Meng Ting who always ignored him and sat one table behind. It was only because the class monitor seemed to respect Meng Ting so he had hesitated for a few days. But now, he decided to take a shot.

Without looking at his face, Meng Ting swept his gaze over the sports committee member's stout but strong body then lifted his leg and kicked the other's calf. Although it seemed as if not much strength was used, the sports committee member shrieked miserably and suddenly took back his leg. Then he wailed again as his leg accidentally bumped into the edge of the table.

It really did feel painful, however many students believed he was just pretending while other students thought otherwise. Not because of the sports committee member, but because of Meng Ting.

Half of the students in the class who were classmates along with Meng Ting for the past three years vaguely recalled that during the first half of the year when Meng Ting first entered the school, there was scarcely a day when his body wasn't injured. Gradually, the higher ups in the school turned a blind eye to Meng Ting when they saw him.

Up until now, not even their class monitor would attempt to provoke Meng Ting. In the class, Meng Ting's existence had always been like that of an invisible boss, even though he himself was not particularly aware of such a thing. Yet, today that idiot had unexpectedly wanted to provoke him and ended up tasting the bitterness of the consequences.

After Meng Ting withdrew his leg, he continued forward towards the teacher in charge of the class and followed him until they arrived before the man sent by the Meng family.

The teacher appeared as if he wanted to say something to Meng Ting, but then hesitated. Meng Ting glanced at him but also didn't speak. After all, there was nothing to say. Just like once before, Meng Ting directly followed behind the man in the suit and departed without bidding farewell.

Meng Ting knew that from now on, he had embarked on a path entirely different to that of his past, one that belonged to being the Meng family's 'waste'. When they walked out of the school gates, the man in the suit finally turned around and looked at Meng Ting, "Seventh young master, please get on."

Hearing his request, Meng Ting lifted his head and glanced at the other man. Then he opened the door of the backseat of the car himself and sat inside. It was only in the moment when Meng Ting raised his head that the man in the suit managed to clearly see his face and was instantly stunned.

The white and blue sports uniform that Meng Ting was wearing could not be compared to the clothes worn by the young misses and young masters from the Meng family. However, Meng Ting was tall and not unsightly, with short black hair that naturally curled up and a pale complexion. His facial features were exceptionally delicate and refined, with peach blossom eyes¹ and an innate distinguished disposition.

[1] refers to eyes which are glossy and framed with long lashes; often also known as bedroom eyes.

He could somewhat understand why the master would take the effort to bring back this waste who couldn't even achieve 200 points in the college entrance exam.

The man in the suit pursued his lips as various kinds of feelings passed through him. Walking to the other side of the car, he opened the door and sat beside Meng Ting. Then, to the chauffeur who had waited for about an hour, he said, "Drive."

The chauffeur heard him and nodded lightly, then started the limousine.

The school was situated in the suburban districts of the prefecture. The distance to the Meng family located in Haicheng would take three hours to travel by car. To enter the city, there would be some delay before they would arrive at the Meng residence, which would take four to five hours.

"My name is Meng Zhong."

Meng Zhong waited a long time, however Meng Ting didn't open his mouth and ask anything, so he could resort to introducing himself. Meng Ting's gaze shifted, but it seemed he still didn't understand his meaning.

Meng Zhong lightly tsked in his heart. They hadn't even arrived at the Meng residence yet, but he was already displaying the arrogance similar to that of Meng family's young masters.

"I could be considered your uncle." He tried to close their distance, but if Meng Ting were to be exchanged with the any of the other young masters or young misses of the Meng family, Meng Zhong wouldn't dare to say such a thing to their face.

"In the Meng family's generation of grandchildren, you are seventh. Before you, the oldest young master and third young miss are the children of the eldest Madam, so they are your cousins. The second young master and eighth young miss are children of the second Madam, third young master and fourth young master are children of the third Madam. Third Madam was your father's third wife, so fifth young master and sixth young miss…are the same as you."

Same as what? Same as in they're all illegitimate children, or perhaps all children needed to be brought up outside until they're sixteen or seventeen to be brought back to the main residence and be acknowledged as being part of the Meng family? He was only afraid that in the future, there would still be children from the Meng family who would be brought up secretly like himself.

Even until now, the Meng family was still managed by the Meng lao yezi². In the past several years, he had gradually given more authority and power to his eldest and second eldest sons. As for his third eldest son, even he couldn't control that licentious man who was already well over forty, yet still appeared frequently in media gossip.

[2] 老爷子: literal translation is 'old father'. In this context, it's used to refer to the master of the Meng family, who is Meng Ting's grandfather.

For the Meng family and the elite circles of the higher ups in Haicheng's society, discovering or bringing back an illegitimate son of his wasn't anything that was new.

Meng lao yezi was indeed worthy of being known as the fox of the Meng family with his rigorous schemes and deep foresight. When the news of a child of the Meng family wandering around outside first broke out, he promptly made the decision to find wives for his three sons to establish order.

He couldn't allow children with the blood of the Meng family to be abandoned outside, but that didn't mean he would give them the right to inherit the properties of the Meng family or enter the main residence. These children would be brought up outside and taken back when they came of age. The ones who were useful would assist the family, and the ones who were useless would be used for business marriages.

In short, regardless of how many illegitimate children the Meng family had, it was impossible for them to threaten the rights and statuses of the children born from the legal wives. With this, even if any of the madams from the Meng family were unsatisfied, they wouldn't dare to show it outright on the surface.

The eldest son Meng Yihang and the second eldest son Meng Yigui were fighting over the right as the heir to the inheritance of the Meng family, but the women who had children were unenthusiastic. On the contrary, the third eldest son Meng Yide's way of working was very similar to that of Meng lao yezi when he was young, however he kept having illegitimate children with other women outside one after the other.

The reason Meng Yide originally wedded Han Xuejun was because it was a business marriage. Apart from the time when she gave birth to her two children during the first two years of their marriage, they usually just both played around with whomever they wanted.

Yet, compared to Meng lao yezi who forthrightly exhibited that he had two wives, Meng Yide didn't dare to bring back his other mistresses to the Meng residence. Up until now, he had only brought back a few of his illegitimate children who had come of age.

Of course, it wasn't necessary for him to take care of these matters. After all, he wasn't married to the mothers of those illegitimate children, and they had all aged and waned in appearance. So where could he find young girls who could attract him?

As for those children who possessed half of the Meng family's blood, they had long been disciplined by the Meng lao yezi and there hadn't been anyone who he had doted on to the extent that he would disobey his father.

Meng Ting wasn't purposely giving Meng Zhong the cold shoulder, he was merely trying to recall the pitifully lacking amount of information that he had on the Meng family in his brain.

Meng Ting spent seven years to accept that he was an orphan, then as a result of his grandmother's badgering for another seven years, he finally accepted the fact that he was an illegitimate child instead. Other than the three years he had been confined in that high school, he used another ten years to prove that he was more suited to being a 'waste'.

Even though it had been a month since he had been reborn, he was still bewildered in regards to his current situation and the future. However, since he had been another chance of living, he knew that could not, and should not outwardly display his sense of loss. He didn't need to think too much about the Meng family, he only needed to know that it was a place that was a hundredfold more complicated than his highschool and the experiments laboratory. With his natural-born stupidity, it would be difficult if he wanted to play them.

Meng Zhong talked endlessly without end and briefly introduced Meng Yide and his wife Han Xuejun to Meng Ting as well as several of his siblings. He also explained some of the places that Meng Ting needed to avoid or pay attention to. These were all that Uncle Wen had wanted to inform him of.

However, Meng Ting's appearance made it obvious that his mind was elsewhere and Meng Zhong was close to losing his temper. In any case, his obligation had been fulfilled. If Meng Ting didn't listen, then it was his own bad luck. It wasn't his problem, what did it matter to him whether Meng Ting listened or not.

Meng Zhong eventually closed his mouth and Meng Ting finally managed to ask what he really wanted to know, "When am I getting married?"

Coughing, Meng Zhong choked in response to Meng Ting's frank question. Sweeping a quick look over Meng Ting, he ignored the fact that he had already experienced Meng Ting's temper that made others feel oppressed, and stared only at his face. The Meng family would definitely not allow him to escape the marriage. Contrary to what he expected, it seemed that Meng Ting had realised that this would be his future and didn't have any daydreams about becoming a rich and powerful young master.

Seeing that Meng Zhong choked upon hearing his question and didn't seem to understand, Meng Ting changed to another method of asking, "How can I quickly get married?"

In any case, he ultimately wouldn't be able to break free from his fate of getting married so he wanted to get married as early as possible and leave the Meng family. Then he would try to seek a way out, since he wouldn't be able to escape the Meng family's control and manipulation just by relying on himself.

Meng Ting had spent a month to decide that this was a relatively realistic and easy to achieve goal. That is, to get married. Meng ting had been quite blunt, however Meng Zhong couldn't be so straightforward.

He considered for a moment then said, "When you arrive at the main residence, Uncle Wen will invite people to come teach you. You just need to follow along and learn, as for…that will have to wait until there is a suitable occasion."

As he spoke, Meng Zhong's gaze flickered slightly. In fact, Meng Ting being taken back to the main residence so anxiously was exactly because recently there had been such an opportunity. It was merely that this type of matter wasn't something he could know in detail, just hearing a few rumours was already pretty good. However, he felt that there was a high possibility that Meng Ting had hit the mark and that if everything progressed smoothly, then it wouldn't be long before he would be married off.

Meng Ting nodded. He had always lacked a proper understanding regarding his own appearance and never thought that he was good looking since he didn't grasp exactly what that meant.

He didn't speak again as he was distressed that they might arrange for him to take a few academic courses.

He was not only different to normal people, but also not as intelligent as others. As for what most people would consider as easy to learn was concerned, he was clumsier and more stupid. Fighting didn't count, so experimenting with perfume and chemical compounds was the only thing so far that could be regarded as something he was an expert in. But he had already died from overworking because of that exact reason, so he didn't intend to touch upon that subject again in this lifetime.

However, he wanted to be married smoothly without a hitch so he couldn't expose his faults prematurely. His eyebrows slightly knitted together in vexation. He had many shortcomings and he wasn't good with speaking, let alone that kind of complicated business of having to deceive people. He supposed that he was the most useless person to have been reborn since the beginning of time.

Meng Zhong suddenly moved his gaze away, he didn't dare to stare at Meng Ting any longer. It was indeed true that the lethality from even just looking at beautiful people wasn't just ordinarily powerful. It nearly made him forget the anger he had felt towards Meng Ting before

Meng Ting fitted the requirements perfectly, good looking

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After that, the journey to Haicheng was silent, as was the drive from the city to the Meng family's residence in the suburban districts on the other side of Haicheng.

"We have arrived," the chauffeur wearing the sunglasses turned his head back to remind them as he parked in front of a huge iron door.

Throughout the entire trip, Meng Ting had been daydreaming. However in the end, he was still awake. In contrast, Meng Zhong had originally been prepared to be annoyed to death from questions, but ended up falling asleep midway during the journey due to boredom.

Meng Zhong and the chauffeur lao Wang both thought that this young master Meng Ting was a bit special.

As for Meng Ting himself, he did not know nor care how they viewed him. He subconsciously touched the bridge of his nose, yet did not feel the metal framed glasses he had worn in his past life which had made him appear more astute. He lowered his hand, clenching it into a fist before releasing it once again.

After they alighted from the car, Meng Zhong led Meng Ting into the European styled manor. A large fountain could be seen upon entering through the entrance, and flowerbeds and groves could also be discerned with a broad sweep. Bypassing the fountain, they directly faced an enormous five-story building. This was the house where Meng jia lao lived in.

Since this was in the suburban districts of Haicheng, it clearly indicated Meng lao yezi's status in the city as he was able to monopolise such a large manor.

Meng Ting glanced around for a few seconds then retrieved his gaze. This was the second time he had visited the Meng family's house, but even if it was his first, he would not stare curiously like an outsider for more than three seconds.

His collected demeanour caused Meng Zhong to feel somewhat helpless. The first time he had been received by Uncle Wen into the Meng manor to work, he had exclaimed in admiration for nearly half a month before slightly calming down. Yet, Meng Ting who was not only a country bumpkin in name but in reality as well had only looked around briefly as if it was nothing much.

Meng Zhong clicked his tongue, this foolish boy! Without seeing Meng Ting's appearance, Meng Zhong once again silently cursed him.

As for Uncle Wen who had contacted Meng Ting previously, he had been notified by the guard at the entrance when their car had reached the gate of the Meng residence. He walked out from the side of the flowerbed towards Meng Ting before stopping three steps before him. Initially, Meng Zhong had intended to take Meng Ting and look for him.

Meng Zhong shot Meng Ting another glance, then looked over at Uncle Wen, "This is the young master Meng Ting."

Hearing this, Uncle Wen swept his gaze over Meng Ting's body and face. Without revealing any hints of his state of mind, he lightly nodded. Meng Zhong bowed and left, demonstrating a kind of extraordinary respect for Uncle Wen.

While Uncle Wen surveyed Meng Ting, Meng Ting was also studying him as well. Meng Ting identified that before reaching the age of forty to fifty, Uncle Wen appeared to be somewhat solemn. This was something which Meng Ting had intentionally told himself to observe. Otherwise, it was very possible that he would treat Uncle Wen with the same disregard he had given Meng Zhong.

However, his observation was useless. He was indeed worthy of clearly understanding his own aptitude, but in the end, what was the use of being able to discern the age and a bit of the other man's obvious temperament? Meng Ting mulled over it again, and decided that there was no use.

"Please, this way." While speaking to Meng Ting, the serious expression Uncle Wen had faced Meng Zhong with dispersed and became gentle and considerate, "Seventh young master is the same as the other young masters, you may call me Uncle Wen."

"Oh." Meng Ting bowed his head and responded. He retrieved his measuring stare and thought that this Uncle Wen was also very strange. It had not even been two seconds, yet he had unexpectedly changed his temper.

Meng Ting had previously thought that the other man was very grave, but at this moment, he dimly felt that he had been defeated. He once again gave himself the label of being unable to correctly perceive people. It was better that he obediently waited to be married off.

Towards Meng Ting's indifference, Uncle Wen did not expose anything of his true state of mind. He continued to lead Meng Ting towards the main residence. He was actually bringing Meng Ting to meet the Meng lao yezi who had just woken up from his afternoon nap.

As an illegitimate child who had been brought home, the first person he must see would naturally be Meng lao yezi. This could be considered an acknowledgement of his identity. If he made a favorable impression, then Meng Ting's treatment at the Meng family would definitely be different.

In the past, the one person Meng Ting had met upon entering the Meng family's residence was him. Afterwards, he had not met any of the other Meng family members as he had always been kept in the private laboratory of the Meng family. Although, it was possible that he had once seen other members at their base of operations or at university; it was just that he did not know any of them, and was unable to recognise them.

However, none of this was important to him. He had already decided to walk the path of a waste used for marriage connections.

Contrary to what had been expected, Meng Ting was not nervous and did not ask countless questions, causing Uncle Wen to view him more highly. It did not matter whether Meng Ting was deeply shrewd or not, his self-restraint was nevertheless worthy to be admired.

They entered through a side door as it was not necessary to walk upstairs. He led Meng Ting through the hall and they came out from a small door. There, Meng Ting saw an old-fashioned house with a courtyard situated at the back of the European styled manor. They went inside, and Meng Ting was led into a study room filled with the fragrance of tea.

This was indeed different to the luxurious and imposing study room which Meng Ting had met Meng Lao Yezi during his past life. This should merely be the place where Meng lao yezi would read and spend his leisure time. From this, it could be seen that his attitude and treatment towards Meng Ting was completely different in both lives.

In his past life, Meng Ting could be considered to have some usefulness, but the present him was only a beautiful flower vase who relied on his appearance. With the distinction made clear, there was nothing to be baffled about.

After entering the study room, Meng Ting was silent for a long period of time. The reason was simple; Meng lao yezi's eyes were closed and Meng Ting was unable to discern whether he was really asleep or just pretending to into deliberately give him the cold shoulder.

As for Uncle Wen, he had stopped outside the door of the study room and only allowed Meng Ting inside.

Meng Ting's eyes swept over the body of the old but still vigorous Meng lao yezi, then retrieved it in a well-behaved manner. The people in Meng jia lao's residence were not ones who he could analyse and cut a judgement with only a few glances. It was better that he did not rely too much on his first impressions of others.

After no less than twenty minutes, Meng lao yezi finally opened his eyes. His eyes scanned Meng Ting's clothes and appearance, his gaze inscrutable. Meng Ting was unable to distinguish whether he was pleased or angered.

"You are Meng Ting?"

Upon hearing this, Meng Ting raised his head and nodded. He did not hesitate or seem to hold any resentment or indignation, and his calmness caused Meng lao yezi to give him another glance. After nodding, Meng Ting once again lowered his head.

Meng lao yezi did not intend to discuss anything with Meng Ting, and Meng Ting also did not know what he could say to Meng lao yezi. During the half an hour in which he had entered the study room to when he left, Meng Ting had only nodded and unexpectedly did not even say a single word.

In regard to what Meng Ting had spoken about to Meng lao yezi, Uncle Wen did not have any desire to probe into it. He proceeded to lead Meng Ting back to the front of the residence, and they ascended to the third floor. Uncle Wen brought Meng Ting to a room the furthest west and said, "This is your room."

Meng Ting then pushed open the door and realised that it was bright and spacious suite. There was an independent bathroom, and there was even a walk-in closet and a game room. In all the places that Meng Ting had lived in, his grandmother's house could be considered pretty good. However, that did not even compare to one percent of this suite.

Meng Ting walked inside and touched the bed, feeling somewhat dissatisfied with it. "It's too soft, can I have the bed exchanged with something harder?"

Towards everything else, Meng Ting would ignore without exception. He only attached great importance to the bed. The reason why Meng Ting was so anxious to get married was also because he wanted to allow his mind to rest in ease and experiment whether it was possible for him to experience a peaceful sleep in this lifetime.

Towards every of Meng Ting's reactions, Uncle Wen received it in a well-mannered way. He nodded, "Of course."

However, after leading Meng Ting to this suite, he did not have any intention of leaving yet. He continued to say, "This is the old residence, so the gongzi², madames as well as the young miss and the other young masters do not live here. They usually only return to this residence once during the weekends. Three days later, I will take you to meet them. The two lao furen³ are also not present at this time, and will return around evening. If you would like to meet them, I can arrange it for you."

[2] 公子: (honorific) in this context, it is used to refer to Meng lao yezi's sons. Please comment if you have an appropriate English equivalent TT – TT

[3] 老夫人: translates literally to 'old madame'.

Meng Ting hesitated for a moment then shook his head. Just like in his past life, he did not wish to interact too much with the Meng family members. It could also be said that his innate temper rejected excessive social contact with other people. This was even more severe in regards to the Meng family, causing himself to feel that he should just drop this matter.

"When can I start my classes?"

Uncle Wen paused for a moment, which was something that rarely occurred, before understanding the meaning behind Meng Ting's words.

"If you wish, you may begin tomorrow."

Just as Meng Ting looked like he was going to nod in agreement, Uncle Wen sighed lightly. Meng Ting did not understand why he sighed, and could only listen to his following words, "You have only recently come back and do not need to be so anxious. Rest for a few days, you can take your classes next week."

Meng Ting nodded, and Uncle Wen bowed then departed.

However, not long after, a few other people came by to change Meng Ting's bed. Even then, he was unable to sit down on his new bed and was taken ahold of the stylists and tailors who came after one another in succession. They tidied up his hair and arranged his clothes, devoting themselves to turning Meng Ting into a genuine flower vase.

After taking care of him from head to tail, they personally witnessed the blossoming of Meng Ting's beauty. A few of the servants and masters⁴ were even momentarily stunned.

[4] 师傅: refers to qualified workers, and refers to the stylists and tailors.

Although the skin of the other Meng family members were considered to be quite good, they were not as delicate as Meng Ting's. The somewhat seductive feeling caused by his peach blossom eyes was further enhanced under the intentional adjustment of the stylists.

Without needing to speak any words, Meng Ting was like an exquisite painting merely by just standing there. It was a beautiful scene that caused others to be unable to move their eyes away.

Meng Ting turned to scan himself in the mirror. His hair was messier and his clothes were clean and tidy. As for anything else, he was truly unable to recognise.

In regards to the silence and awe of the others, Meng Ting also did not have any particular feelings. Barring the fact that he was unfamiliar with these people, even when it was those fellow students who had been Meng Ting's classmates for three years facing him, the silences occurred often as well.

Everyone proceeded to retrieve their thoughts, with the stylists and tailors departing first while the servants tidied up his room. Finally, there was peace and quiet for Meng Ting.

While Meng Ting was fiddled around with by these people, one of the lao furen who was not at the old residence, Feng Zejiao, was currently in a flower arrangement room, meeting with the Yan family lao furen, He Wan. Although she was referred to as the lao furen, He Wan was actually a generation younger than Feng Zejiao. It was only that her eldest son became the one in charge of their family early so she was promoted from being a furen to being the lao furen.

He Wan's head was lowered as she examined the materials given to her by Feng Zejiao. Inside, there were a few photographs. From the appearance, it could be seen that they were actually of Meng Ting. One of the pictures was taken when he had first entered high school. His face was delicate and refined, yet the expression in his eyes was an indescribable kind of dull feeling. Indeed, Meng Ting conformed with her standards of a daughter-in-law. They couldn't be too unsightly, but neither could they be too intelligent.

Meng Ting fitted the requirements perfectly, good-looking yet foolish."His age is quite young," muttered He Wan. It was true, Meng Ting's birthday was in May and there was an entire year before he would reach the age of eighteen, which was the legal age for a person to get married.

Upon seeing He Wan speaking like this, Feng Zejiao knew that this matter was more or less going to be completed. She lightly replied, "He had just returned to the Meng family and has not settled yet. He should be around eighteen."

Meng Ting only had a residence permit for his grandmother's house. Since he had now been taken back to the Meng family, his permit would naturally have to be revised. Rather than changing it, it would be better to pretend he was an unregistered resident and set up a completely new permit. When that moment came, it would be a simple matter to change one of the numbers for Meng Ting's age.

Hearing this, He Wan nodded lightly, "Do you have any more recent photos? I'll bring them back to show Sui er. If he has no complaints, then this matter will be thus settled."

Feng Zejiao smiled and sent a text over to Uncle Wen. Not long after, a new picture of Meng Ting was transferred to her phone.The photograph was taken during the moment when Meng Ting had suddenly raised his eyes in astonishment, and his excessive beauty was enhanced again by two percent. Without looking at the previous photographs, it was difficult to discern that Meng Ting was a person whose aptitude was slow-witted like this.

However, after seeing the experiences Meng Ting had to go through since childhood, He Wan was also able to understand that with this kind of stupidity and limited talent, Meng Ting was unable to be changed or saved.